The Mayans were wrong. Y2K was wrong. But you know who’s right? ME. And this is how I know that the end is imminent:
1. My baby brother offered to do my grocery shopping today. I wasn’t diagnosed with something terminal and he didn’t ask for anything in return, so, yeah.
2. Both–count’em: 1, 2–of my children are napping. Like, both of them are asleep at the same time in the middle of the day. My 3 1/2 year-old hasn’t gone down for a nap without a fight in forever. Not only did he not resist today, IT WAS HIS IDEA. We. Are. Screwed.
3. You have heard Kim Kardashian is big with seed, yes? Why aren’t there locusts raining down upon us as I type?!
4. It’s Friday and I all but forgot about the More Than Mommies Mixer. This may not be an indication of our demise as a people, but it’s good evidence that I am officially losing it. Who forgets to socialize with other bloggers, read great stuff, and welcome new readers? —–> THIS GIRL <——